1 Transmigration

Sunlight streamed through the dirty window, displaying on the boring tan coloured curtain, a show;

The dust particles as the puppets and the sunlight, the spotlight. Dancing and basking under the sunlight, the dust particles flew across the room like tiny fairies doing their duty. (A: To defeat, the Huns!) The tanned coloured walls varied in colour, with an array of awful pastels, the bland paint peeling off the walls, reeking of some strong-smelling foul odor. The dust wood flooring was half-destroyed, with splintered wood lying on the floor in planks, right beside the bed.

Piles of dust and mountains of dirt literally laid as still as they were described, on the ground. The pillows of the bed were white, but gradually turned gray as it suffered the tidings of time. On the bed itself, a blanket of a dull blue hue, from it, a musty scent. Under the loving embrace of time, the original vibrant ultramarine colour had faded, leaving a dusty, sunken in colour that had no evidence left of it's original beauty.

Don't get it wrong though, the room wasn't spacious at all. As if the shabby interior wasn't bad enough, and the 'cleanliness' wasn't enough to disgust you, the pitiful cubic area of the room, which was barely enough to fit a tiny single bed, would definitely disgust you.

Now, normally, if life was like this for a commoner's child, it's completely acceptable. However, the teenager who looks about twelve, the fragile figure of an hourglass, was born a noble, now in the fetal position on the squeaky bed.

How, you might ask? Well, this is the good for nothing third miss of the Snow clan, famous for producing geniuses.

Gentle looking, but masculine, the girl was surprisingly petite, and had an, almost, frail figure. She looked malnourished, but her figure was well developed, although her chest area was almost like an airport runway. (A: Basically, it's FLAT.)

The girl opened her ink coloured eyes, and a flash of unprecedented wisdom flashed through the pair of them.

She sat up, her eyes were black, but not the kind of shade that's easy to describe. It was like a mix of black and dark purple, the latter barely noticeable.

The girl blinked confusedly, looking down, seemingly looking for something as her long eyelashes covered her eyes, shadowing her intelligent pupils. As she looked up again, coldness flashed in her eyes.

Staring the room down, her glare was like a pack of wolves trapping and ambushing someone in the middle of a hailstorm, but as chunks of ice fell from the sky, it felt like a frosted dagger cutting into their skin, accompanied by fear slowly creeping up on them as they neared their imminent death. Synergizing perfectly, it felt like a predator staring down it's prey.

Yawning, the girl stretched as the door slammed open. The whole room shook, dust falling from the ceiling that looked like it was about to collapse soon.

"Xue Xuanmei! You useless girl, you were supposed to sweep the floor today!"